Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. -Antoine de Saint-Exupery
7 comments:
Love the image and the quote, I like the night time.
All things become. . . .
I love this angel, and I love her shadow even better! :-) XOXOXOX
So do I...
The shadow is more interesting than the angel...I think!
certainly!
beautiful !!!!! night, shadows, light, and words!!! night, truly a goddess!!!
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